Flying, Skiing, golf, 10K runner.
I look at my hobbies and now my profession over time and see a common thread. A total type "A" junkie, I am drawn to pursuits that require me to improve over the very best I have to offer.
When I ran races, it was always faster.
When I play golf, I'm still looking for that round of 18 but alas I keep scoring in the seventies and eighties.
When I ski, there's always that one corner I could've cut better, that crud that almost got me and that total yard sale I left back on Suicide Hill.
Those mountains and vistas while I'm skiing, the lush green and beautiful parkland I golf through, even some of the 10K's were on very interesting paths.
And then there's flying. Above it all. Perfection is demanded and then we try to do better. The views spectacular. The pursuit of happiness in the most pure form. I have no cure for this addiction as probably most on this board feel. I would probably give up food and water before I gave up flying completely. (But I will add this - flying an RJ around for a regional is the equivalent of being a caddie or being a ski instructor - you fly, but man they do make it hard work.) If you force me to give up food and water to fly, I'll be flying a Citabria or Extra 300 - it sure ain't gonna be hauling people or boxes.
Merry Christmas!